All Chapters of Shining Life of The Abandoned Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Evelyn's POVThe sun was up by the time I got to the airport. The lines were huge.Just as I was handing over my boarding pass, my phone vibrated.I didn't even get a word in before Ethan's shrill, crying voice blasted through the phone."I want bagels! The toasted ones! Now!"I moved the phone away from my ear.The same five-year-old who told me I wasn't good enough last night now wanted me to make him breakfast.He didn't want his mom; he just wanted his favorite food."Come home right now!" he screamed between sobs. "You're never here! Charlotte says a good mommy is always home! You're a bad mommy!""Charlotte says." Always Charlotte.She gave him the candy I didn't allow and let him play the games I said no to. She was always the "nice" one, while I was the one with the rules.And the whole pack—from the Elders to the help—just let it happen. They all thought she was a better fit for Adrian anyway.Even my own son thought I was the villain.I heard some noise in the background, th

Evelyn's POVI forced myself to walk away. Ethan was no longer the pup I could hold. That reality was like a needle—every time I touched it, I bled, but I'd finally learned to stop pressing down on the wound.Lila was waiting for me outside her design studio, gripping a tablet.I started to set my bag down but stopped. Her face said everything."What's wrong?""You need to see this."She handed me the tablet. It was an official announcement from the production team. The lead photo showed a woman with long blonde hair and a smile so sugary it looked fake.The caption read, "Lead Actress: Vivienne Langford."I stared at the name, the blood draining from my face. "Since when?""This morning," Lila said, leaning against her desk with her arms crossed. "The posters are already out."I stared at that face for three seconds before flipping the tablet face-down on the table.Everyone in the industry knew my one dealbreaker: Vivienne was never to be part of my projects. The producers had agree

Evelyn's POVA passing server froze three steps away, staring at us with wide eyes. A couple stepping out of a nearby booth stopped dead, their eyes darting between me and Adrian before they took the hint and hurried away.Adrian turned back to look at me."Evelyn...""Don't say my name."My voice was even colder than I expected.He choked on his breath, his Adam's apple bobbing. He clearly didn't expect that I wouldn't even let my name touch his lips."Just listen to me," he lowered his voice, sounding desperate. "It's not what you think."I let out a dry, exhausted laugh."Isn't that always the line?" I looked at him, my heart feeling like it was being crushed in a fist. Inside, my wolf whimpered at the sheer weight of my resentment."Every single time you hurt me, you come back and tell me it's not what I think.""I never—""You always do!" I cut him off."You let it happen. Everything Charlotte did to me—you said nothing, you did nothing, you explained nothing. And now that I'm fi

Evelyn's POVI turned toward the parking lot, my pace quickening instinctively.Inside me, my wolf was whimpering, pacing restlessly. She was like a caged beast that had caught the scent of her pup, desperate to break through the bars and reach him. The longing was driving her—and me—insane.Even though I'd turned away, my eyes kept drifting back to the school gates.I watched the pups heading inside—some held their parents' hands, others ran ahead laughing. Every time a boy with tawny-gold hair passed by, my breath hitched. My heart hammered against my ribs, convinced that the next face I saw would be the one I'd sketched a thousand times in the dark.And every single time, I was met with disappointment.My wolf didn't understand logic. She only knew her pup was somewhere nearby, the child she'd lost years ago. She clawed at my insides, letting out low, pained whines, begging me to storm through those gates and find what belonged to us.I closed my eyes and took a jagged breath, forc

Nora's POVThe clock in the classroom went tick-tock, tick-tock.I sat in the very last row by the window, my backpack resting on my lap. The zipper was cracked open just enough to show a corner of the drawing inside.Mommy drew the boy in the picture. He had tawny-gold hair and blue eyes.Mommy's studio was in that tiny room at the very end of our apartment. The door usually wasn't locked. There were lots of paintings on the easels, and most of them were of me. But in the very bottom drawer, hidden away, were the drawings of the same boy.The first time I saw Ethan at the Academy, my heart beat so fast. He looked exactly like the boy in the sketches. Exactly.He had to be my big brother. Mommy drew him so many times; he just had to be.The moment the bell rang, I was the first one out of the classroom.I found Ethan by the fountain in the small garden. He was sitting on the edge, his golden hair messy from the wind, the sunlight hitting the side of his face.He looked just like Mommy